Volume Ii Part 31 (2/2)

_Ors_. A Woman! what's that?

Something more powerful than a Deity; For sure that Word awes me no less than t'other.

_Ura_. What can he mean?--oh, I shall die with fear-- [_Aside_.

--Sir, I must leave you.

_Ors_. Leave me! oh no, not for my future Being!

You needs must live with me, and I will love you; I've many things that will invite you to't, I have a Garden compa.s.s'd round with Sea, Which every day shall send fresh Beauties forth, To make the Wreaths to crown thy softer Temples.

Geron shall deck his Altar up no more; The gaudy Flowers shall make a Bed for thee, Where we will wanton out the heat o'th' day-- What things are these, that rise and fall so often, [_Touches her b.r.e.a.s.t.s_.

Like Waves, blown gently up by swelling Winds?

Sure thou hast other Wonders yet unseen, Which these gay things maliciously do hide.

_Ura_. Alas, I am undone, what shall I do?-- [_Aside_.

_Ors_. Nature, thy Conduct's wise! nor could thy Favours Be giv'n to one more apprehensive of 'em?

--Say, lovely Woman! for I am all on fire, Impatient of delay, Can you instruct me what I am to do? [_Sighs_.

Undress, and let me lead thee to my Bed.

_Ura_. Alas, Sir, what to do? defend me, Heaven! [_Aside_.

_Ors_. Why, I will hold thee--thus, between my Arms, --I'll see thee sleep, and wonder at thy Form, --Then wake thee to be gazing on thy Eyes, --And something more--but yet I know not what.

_Ura_. His whole Discourse amazes me, And has more Ignorance than Madness in't: --But how shall I get free?

_Ors_. Thou grow'st impatient too, come, let us in--

[_Goes to take her in, she strives to get free, he struggles with her_.

_Ura_. Hold off, you are too rude.

_Ors_. This is the prettiest play I e'er was at, But I shall gain the better.-- [_Takes her in his Arms to carry her off_.

_Ura_. Help, help!

_Enter_ Amintas _in Fetters_.

_Amin_. A Woman's Voice!--Villain, unhand the Lady.

_Ors_. Ha! what new thing art thou?

_Amin. One sent from Heaven to punish Ravishers.-- [_s.n.a.t.c.hes_ Ura. _while_ Ors. _is gazing on him_.

_Ors_. Thou'st call'd up an unwonted Pa.s.sion in me, And these be the effects on't.

[Ors. _strikes him_; _they struggle and fall_.

_Enter_ Geron.

_Ger_. Hah! what's the matter here? a Woman too!

We are undone--Madam, I pray retire-- For here's no safety for your s.e.x.

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